My Futa Friend: Volume 1: (Futa Female-on-Female Erotica Bundle)

by Bree Dixon

  “What?” Courtney didn’t see why it was a big deal. “Brad’s...Brad. I don’t want that nasty shit in my stomach.” Alyson’s mouth dropped open. Courtney had never seen her so moved.

  “Why are you being that like?” Courtney asked.

  “Are you fucking serious?” Alyson was in sincere disbelief. “You won’t swallow your boyfriend’s cum but you ate a ton of mine earlier. That’s a huge fucking deal!”

  “I guess,” Courtney shrugged. Alyson grabbed her arm and yanked her down on the bed, where they were side by side. Alyson draped an arm over Courtney’s bare chest and held her close.

  “I fucking love you,” Alyson said.

  “I love you, too,” Courtney told her. The more she thought about it, the more she understood why it was such a big deal to Alyson. It was a pretty intimate decision. They lied in silence for a while, Alyson nuzzling up against Courtney’s shoulder. It made her sad that she couldn’t get this with Brad. He rarely snuggled with her, and when he did it felt completely without affection or tenderness, just something he felt he had to do to please her.

  “So you said,” Alyson broke the silence, “that there was a teeny tiny part of you that liked taking it in the ass?”

  “I think so,” Courtney said. “Why?”

  “Well,” Alyson muttered. It was the first time Courtney had seen her anywhere near shy.

  “Well what?” Courtney asked.

  “Well I’m a lot smaller than Brad,” Alyson said.

  “Oh. OH,” Courtney said, realizing what Alyson was getting at.

  “So if you’re still curious,” Alyson began, but she was too nervous to finish her sentence. Courtney took a perverse joy in watching her squirm, given that it was usually the other way around. She wasn’t stalling just to torture Alyson, though. She was honestly bouncing the idea around, and the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. She didn’t know if it was because she had been so disappointed in Brad, but lately she was finding herself more and more attracted to Alyson.

  “Alyson,” she said, “do you want to be the Buzz Aldrin of my asshole?”

  Alyson clapped her hands in joy and squealed with delight. “Bend over, baby!” she said as she bounced off the bed and tore at her jeans.

  “The lube is on the nightstand,” Courtney gestured towards where Brad had left it. “Are you hard?”

  “I’ve been hard since you answered the door with your titties out.” When Alyson rounded the bed to grab the lube, she was already naked from the waist down. Her cock stood stiff and ready. It was definitely noticeably smaller than Brad’s, but still a decent size, and one she could actually fit in her mouth and hopefully her ass.

  “Hey,” Courtney said, looking over her shoulder. “Be gentle.”

  Alyson gave her a salute so exaggerated that her cock shook.

  “I’m serious!” Courtney said. “Brad fucked me up! I’m already getting really nerv-”

  Before she could say another word, Alyson shot her hand out and pressed a finger over Courtney’s lips. Then, before Courtney could get shake her head away or get mad, Alyson lifted one knee on the bed, leaned in, and kissed her.

  “Court,” Alyson said, their faces an inch apart, “I love you and I would never hurt you.” It was a rare moment of earnestness for her and Courtney wanted to say something back but her words got caught in her throat. She was getting choked up. She knew Alyson had caught her, just like she had caught her blushing, but this time Alyson didn’t say anything. She slid her knee off the bed and put a hand on Courtney’s naked side, rubbing her gently, letting her know everything was alright.

  “You ready?” Alyson asked.

  “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Courtney looked back and gave her a smile.

  “It’ll be fine,” Alyson told her, squirting a dollop of lube into her hand. “I’m gonna make you feel good.”

  “I would like that,” Courtney said.

  “Then I’m gonna blast in your asshole and own you forever.”

  Courtney burst into laughter and put her head down, steeling herself. “Just do it, goddamnit!”

  “I’m gonna start you off slow,” Alyson said. Courtney felt the slightest intrusion into her anus. The lubricant was slick and cooling and the penetration didn’t stretch her at all.

  “That feel okay?” Alyson asked.

  It felt more than okay, it felt great, but Courtney was confused. “Why do you feel so small?” she asked.

  “Fuck you!” Alyson snapped. “That’s my finger!”

  “Oh!” Courtney mentally scolded herself for thinking Alyson’s dick had magically shrunk to a third its size. “Thanks, baby,” she said.

  “I told you I would be gentle,” Alyson said. “Does that feel good?”

  Courtney moaned as Alyson’s finger slid all the way to knuckle. It didn’t hurt a bit. “Yeah, it feels fucking great.”

  “Are you ready for me?” Alyson asked. Courtney nodded and moaned again. Alyson’s finger slowly slid out and Courtney pouted. When the head of Alyson’s cock made contact with the rim of her asshole, Courtney squeezed the blankets and braced herself.

  “Here we go, baby,” Alyson told her. “Remember, I love you.”

  Alyson pushed in, slowly but steadily. The pressure was intense. Courtney felt herself being stretched, and of course there was pain, but it was entirely bearable. “I love you toooooooooo,” Courtney drug out her “oo” sound as Alyson’s cock disappeared inside of her. She didn’t pull out, just stayed there, unmoving, letting Courtney adjust.

  “How does it feel?” Alyson asked.

  “Good,” Courtney said. “Big, but good.”

  “Feel your pussy,” Alyson told her.

  “What?”

  “Put your hand inside of you,” Alyson said again. Courtney didn’t understand what she was getting at, but she reached underneath herself, between her legs, and slid her fingers deep into her snatch. She gasped when she felt the outline of Alyson’s cock.

  “Holy fuck that’s amazing,” Courtney moaned.

  “Keep your hand there,” Alyson said. She slowly pulled out of Courtney’s asshole and Courtney could feel her cock retreating.

  “Oh god!” Courtney moaned. “That’s fucking incredible.”

  “Right?” Alyson moaned. “Oh god, your asshole is so innocent and adorable.”

  “Puhlease,” Courtney said, but it was more of a lazy breath. “Ooooooh I like this.”

  “I told you so,” Alyson said. “Can I go faster?”

  “Yes ma’am,” Courtney said without a second thought. Alyson pushed back inside of her. Courtney could still feel her asshole being stretched, but not as much, and she was too focused on the feeling of Alyson’s cock pressing against the walls of her snatch. Alyson established a rhythm as she slid in and out, picking up speed. The pain grew with the pleasure, but Courtney endured. She didn’t want to tell Alyson, at least not yet, but she was fucking loving it. It was the best thing she’d ever felt, not just her asshole being stretched and plundered but the feeling of her hand massaging the inner walls of her pussy.

  “I’m speeding up,” Alyson warned her. She really was being gentle and considerate. Courtney loved this woman and she felt something with her that she never got with Brad. And not only was there a more a comfortable intimacy, but the sex was better, too.

  “This okay?” Alyson asked. She was panting now, her body rocking back and forth as her cock tunneled in and out of Courtney. She was starting to sweat, too. Courtney could feel little beads splashing against her back. When Brad sweat on her, it made her want to roll out of bed, right into the shower. With Alyson, it turned her on in a primal way. That wasn’t just Alyson’s sweat, it was her sex, and she was drenching Courtney with it.

  “I fucking love it,” Courtney moaned, finally giving in. “You were right, you were sooooo fucking right. It feels so fucking incredible!”

  “Oh my god, Courtney!” Alyson screamed. “I wanna cum inside you so bad! I wanna fucking wreck you!” />
  “Do it!” Courtney shouted, the blankets clinched in her fist. “Just fucking it do it, Aly! I love you so much!” With Courtney’s permission, Alyson grabbed her by the waist and slammed into her, again and again, the bed shaking and slamming against the wall with a loud bang every time they smashed together.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck!” Courtney screamed. Terrified that Alyson would think she was in pain, she quickly followed up with “Don’t fucking stop!” She still had one hand in her pussy and the other hand, the one holding her up, just couldn’t take it anymore, so she fell onto her elbow, her head resting on her forearm. “I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. Alyson pulled out so far that her cock almost plopped out of Courtney’s aching hole, then she pushed back in hard enough to bruise Courtney’s ass cheeks when their bodies slammed together. Courtney screamed as an orgasm burst out of her, juices seeping out of her cunt, her hand thoroughly soaked.

  “Uuuuuuunnnngghhhh,” she moaned and banged her fist against the bed.

  “I’m gonna cum inside you,” Alyson muttered, almost to herself.

  “Do it!” Courtney screamed.

  “I’m gonna fucking cum inside your tight little asshole!”

  “I wanna feel it!” Courtney let her body go limp, let Alyson’s thrusts utterly rock her.

  “I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cuuuuuuummm!” Alyson’s cock kicked violently inside Courtney’s rectum as it spewed forth thick, ropey strands of warm cum. Courtney bit her lip and moaned wildly through her teeth.

  Alyson was much more vocal. “I’m fucking cumming!” she screamed. “Oh god! Your asshole is So. Fucking. Tight!” Alyson bent over Courtney and grabbed her by the shoulders just to pull herself in deeper for the last few discharges.

  “Oooooooh fuck,” Alyson moaned in equal parts exasperation and pleasure. She hung over Courtney for a minute, catching her breath. Her cock softened and flopped out of Courtney’s asshole, which was not ruined but thoroughly pleased. She crawled onto the bed and sidled up against Courtney, who had now collapsed on her stomach, exhausted. Alyson put her hand on Courtney’s back and rubbed in a circular motion.

  “So?” Alyson asked.

  Tired and speechless, Courtney gave her a thumbs up.

  “You’re fucking incredible,” Alyson told her. “I don’t tell you that enough. And Brad is a nice guy, but you don’t deserve a nice guy, you deserve an incredible guy.”

  “I deserve you,” Courtney said, staring into Alyson’s eyes, which had gone watery.

  “Get outta here,” Alyson shoved her away. Courtney laughed. She had gotten to her.

  “I’m going to ask Brad to leave,” Courtney said.

  “For real?” Alyson asked, only slightly surprised.

  Courtney nodded. “It’s been a long time coming.”

  “Can you afford this place on your own?” Alyson asked.

  “No,” Courtney said, “but you and I can.”

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  Zoey & Chelsea

  “Working hard or hardly working?” The man was in his sixties and had less hair on his head than a newborn baby, but he wore a mustache that could be turned into two full toupees, easy. Zoey feigned a laugh, a skill she’d mastered from years working behind a register and hearing the same jokes over and over again.

  “What time do you guys close?” he asked as he grabbed his bag.

  “Ten,” Zoey responded.

  “Well you’re almost there!” The man gave her a big, cheery smile and Zoey couldn’t help but smile back.

  “Yep!” she said. “Have a good night!” The man wished her well and walked to the door, a noticeable spring in his step. Zoey hoped she’d be that cheery when she got to that age. The automatic doors popped open and as the man made his way out of sight in walked Chelsea, fresh off of a cart run. It wasn’t raining as hard as it had earlier that day, but there was still a light mist and it caused Chelsea’s beige work shirt to cling to her body, which outlined her tight stomach and large, perky breasts. Zoey bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out at the sight. She had the hots for Chelsea in a way that was almost painful. Behind the counter, Zoey squeezed her crotch, her eyes rolling back in her head with the pleasure that pulsed through her body. Chelsea bent forward and tussled her hair, which the rain had bent out of shape. Her breasts hung like pendulums and jiggled as her body shook. Zoey couldn’t take it. She wanted to march across the store, wrap her arms around Chelsea so tight that there was no hope of escape, and kiss her hard and deep. The things she wanted to do to her would make a pornstar blush. Zoey had always had an unstoppable sex drive. When she got someone in her sights it could get so intense that she would lose sleep over it and she was getting to that point with Chelsea. She had to take care of this and she had to do it now.

  “Hey Chelsea?” she called out. Chelsea looked up from her hunched-over position, her fingers still buried in her dark chestnut hair.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can you watch my register for a minute?” Zoey rounded the counter as she spoke, too worked up to stand still. “I need to run to the bathroom. I don’t think I can make it until closing.”

  “Sure thing.” Chelsea flipped her hair back with a sexy snap of the neck. “If anyone comes in I’ll tell’em to hurry their ass up.” They both laughed.

  As soon as Zoey had entered the aisle and walked out of sight, she nearly broke into a sprint. She couldn’t help but think of how silly she was being, as if being too horny was some sort of emergency situation, but she was in dire need of release. Her tight golden brown curls shook as she hurried. She wasn’t as fit as Chelsea. She was a little chubby, though she kept her hourglass figure. Her tits weren’t as perky as Chelsea’s either, but they were larger, and her cleavage always attracted all sorts of attention. Her and Chelsea had discusses sexual affairs before. Not regarding the two of them, exactly, but they had both kissed and told. Zoey’s encounters had been mostly female, while Chelsea’s had been strictly male, but she was a bit coy when Zoey questioned her sexuality. Whenever Zoey would try to flirt with her, Chelsea would blush and kindly brush it off, but Zoey had always gotten a feeling that there was something there worth pursuing. She had been turned down by girls before, plenty of times, and she usually got shut down hard and fast when approaching a girl who was strictly hetero. Chelsea acted reluctant, almost playful. Zoey could swear that she’d caught Chelsea checking her out before. Zoey would bend down to pick something up, well aware that her tits were on full display, and when she would stand back up again she would catch Chelsea quickly averting her gaze. Zoey knew there had to be something there.

  Zoey had a secret, though, something that only a handful of people knew about and Chelsea wasn’t one of them. Zoey did worry that if she was able to win Chelsea over, that her secret would be a deal breaker. On the other hand, she realized that there was chance it could work in her favor. She wouldn’t know until it came up, but she had her fingers crossed.

  There were a few stragglers left in the store and Zoey was fully prepared to use the men’s room if the women’s restroom was occupied. The door hung ajar and she flung it open, then slammed it closed and twisted the latch. The locking sound was sharp and clear. She ripped off her apron and flung it across the sink, not even looking to see how clean it was. She popped the button on her jeans and ripped open the zipper, which was threatening to burst. She yanked down her underwear and there it was, her rock hard cock, the head purple and swollen. It was aching to be touched, stroked, brought to climax. Zoey wrapped her hand around her hard prick and sighed. It felt warm in her hands, her skin so soft. Thoughts of Chelsea flooded her mind as she stroked up and down. She was so ready for release that she didn’t have time to play out the elaborate fantasy that she had spent so long cooking up in her head. Not to mention that Chelsea was at the front of the store, waiting for her to come back. Zoey wanted to pin her down and rip open her work shirt, sending the buttons scattering in every direction. Her beautiful, magnificent tits would spill out and brea
the the fresh air that they desperately crave. In this abridged fantasy, Zoey didn’t have time to fiddle with a bra, so it simply didn’t exist. She would suck one of Chelsea’s nipples into her mouth while gripping and squeezing and twisting the other one until Chelsea was screaming in pleasure.

  Zoey felt the orgasm building inside of her, a tidal wave ready to break through the dam.

  She would force her hand down Chelsea’s pants, expertly sliding between her panties and her smooth skin and running her fingers through her pussy lips. Chelsea would moan and coo and sob with joy.

  Zoey’s free hand grabbed at her pants, squeezing the fabric.

  She would spread Chelsea’s legs, exposing her soaking wet pussy. She would kiss it and lick it and suck Chelsea’s clit into her mouth until she flew into a screaming orgasm.

  Zoey’s lip dropped open, something that always happened right before she climaxed.

  And then she would bury her aching, throbbing, red hot cock in Chelsea’s slick pussy, pushing it all the way inside her until Chelsea couldn’t take it anymore. She would close her mouth around Chelsea’s, her tongue sliding through, tasting the salt on her lips. She would pump in and out of her wanting slit, watching her tits bounce back and forth with each thrust, until finally –

  Zoey came. A powerful, unintentional moan rolled out of her open mouth as stream after stream of hot, white cum erupted out of the tip of her cock. She felt the familiar sensation of the warm seed wrapping around her knuckles. Slowly her orgasm powered down, the breath leaving her body. “Oh my god,” she sighed. She took a minute to let everything that built up inside of her dissipate. When she once again felt normal, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper off of the roll and began the meticulous task of cleaning herself up, making sure she got every little bit so as to not leave any surprises for whoever cleaned up the bathroom next. When she was satisfied, she flushed the wad of toilet paper down the toilet, fastened her pants, and washed up in the sink before heading back out into the store.

  Before the register was in sight, she heard Chelsea giggle. She peeked around a cardboard display to see what was going on. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was hiding, guessing that maybe she felt a little vulnerable after what she had just done in the bathroom. A well-groomed guy with an impressive physique and no shirt stood at the register without a shirt on. Their store didn’t have a “no shirt, no shoes” policy because they lived in a resort town and they wanted to capitalize on the annual flood of shirtless tourists. It was Christmas in July, especially if you were bisexual. Zoey experienced a moment of panic at the thought of the guy stealing Chelsea’s affection, but she quickly dismissed it. She didn’t like feeling jealous. And besides, she wasn’t looking for love, only sex. The man looked down momentarily as he fished for his wallet and Chelsea stole a glance at his midsection. Then she bit her lip, just as Zoey had done as she watched Chelsea. She said a silent thank you to the shirtless hunk for getting Chelsea all hot and bothered and then made her way to the register as the guy left the door.